I found my aunt smoking in the kitchen, listening to the radio. She said the commentators were all new. The radio was now in the hands of the revolutionary council instead of the Communists. They confirmed the Russian withdrawal. Things were slowly returning to normal. The radio announced that shops were reopening in Budapest. People were going back to work. We talked about what Sister Ágnes said yesterday. “Your father,” my aunt said, “was one of a kind. Most would be more than happy to inform on their fellow men if it meant getting ahead. Your father had integrity. He really stuck by his friends. He’s a lot like someone else I know.” My aunt looked at me and smiled. “The apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree,” she said. “You’re a strong young woman, Cheetah, and that’s good.”
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